A few of the tomatoes are starting to ripen. I’d been waiting until the first one was completely ripe before taking a photo to capture the moment, but I waited a little too long. I went out yesterday evening to snap my photo, only to find that the first ripe tomatoes were already gone. My husband, who totally knew what he was doing, had already eaten them. His defense: He had to walk past them several times as he was hauling cow manure to the compost heap for me. Which I have to admit, is a pretty awesome excuse. So yes, he totally deserved those tomatoes. And here’s a photo of the third, fourth and fifth (soon-to-be) ripe tomatoes from the garden this year.